Monday, April 26, 2010

Invisibility has its consolations
You see, perhaps,
the folding of skin
You do not know
the rich and secret
dolls within
I’m every age I’ve ever been
while you are merely
young and thin
Liana Joy Christensen

Friday, April 2, 2010

aircon sucks
the curtain
against the window
time on my hands
time in my head
time is lump lead
in these white sheets
patched with cum
white walls
door white
in the mirror
my hair
clouds white
blue curtain sucks
against the window
in the mirror
something
sucks from
my eyes
too